Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.